It would be different if he had dumped me,
But he didn't.
He should be the sad one, not me.
He should be the one crying, not me.
He should hate himslef, not me hate myself.
He should wish we were together.
He should be the one tempted to call.
He should want to beg for forgiveness.
He should get out of my head.
He should be locked in his room regretting, not me.
He should be wishing he could still have me.
But it's almost like....I got dumped.
I should be relieved I don't have to put up with his crap, not missing everything about him.
I should be thinking about who I want to go out with next, but instead I am wondering why I hate myself for dumping someone......who wasn't worth my time.
